http://vocaroo.com/?media=vNFQdeUBKmDvmQWed I AM a Cumulonimbus Cloud! By Elma I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud! I WONDER, about how I possess such powers of destruction and disaster. Lightning crackles, zips, zaps, and strikes with prowess ability, and thunder bellows awesome deafening booms! People panic, trees violently sway, rain heavily pelts the earth, hail tumbles down unmercifully… I WORRY, about dissipating away when my terrifying powers have only just unleashed. I WANT, to rein more blissful terror! I PRETEND, that I am as benign as a cumulus cloud, only, Powerless when I am. I TOUCH, the fear of those who know my strength, though, I WORRY,when I begin to grow, Smaller. I CRY, joyfully when I just can’t hold on to my downpour… I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud! I UNDERSTAND, that I pose a threat to many, I SAY, expect the unexpected! I DREAM, about stretching across the entire Earth like air, and spreading my terror around the world simultaneously. Why would I HOPE … when I have nothing to hope for? Simply, I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud!
Water… By Elma Water is delightfully cool! It gracefully flows with a soothing beat. Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool! It can come in a drop, vapor, or pool. Or, it can come billowing towards a shore like a huge sheet. Water is delightfully cool! Water can also work like a tool. Look, how beautifully it flushes out my teeth! Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool! It certainly does not feel like wool. And, it can also emit heat. Water is delightfully cool! Water does not obey any rule. Is that not neat? Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool! It also seems like a precious jewel. Oh, how it gently licks my feet! Water is delightfully cool! Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool!
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The Albatross By Kate Bass
When I know you are coming home I put on this necklace: glass beads on a silken thread, a blue that used to match my eyes. I like to think I am remembering you. I like to think you don’t forget.
The necklace lies heavy on my skin, it clatters when I reach down to lift my screaming child. I swing her, roll her in my arms until she forgets. The beads glitter in the flicker of a TV set as I sit her on my lap and wish away the afternoon.
I wait until I hear a gate latch lift the turn of key in lock. I sit amongst toys and unwashed clothes, I sit and she fingers the beads until you speak in a voice that no longer seems familiar, only strange. I turn as our child tugs at the string. I hear a snap and a sound like falling rain.
I AM a Cumulonimbus Cloud!
By Elma
I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud !
I WONDER, about how I possess such powers of destruction and disaster.
Lightning crackles, zips, zaps, and strikes with prowess ability, and thunder bellows awesome deafening booms!
People panic, trees violently sway, rain heavily pelts the earth, hail tumbles down unmercifully…
I WORRY, about dissipating away when my terrifying powers have only just unleashed.
I WANT, to rein more blissful terror!
I PRETEND, that I am as benign as a cumulus cloud, only,
Powerless when I am.
I TOUCH, the fear of those who know my strength, though,
I WORRY,when I begin to grow,
Smaller.
I CRY, joyfully when I just can’t hold on to my downpour…
I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud!
I UNDERSTAND, that I pose a threat to many,
I SAY, expect the unexpected!
I DREAM, about stretching across the entire Earth like air, and spreading my terror around the world simultaneously. Why would
I HOPE … when I have nothing to hope for? Simply,
I AM, a cumulonimbus cloud!
Water…
By Elma
Water is delightfully cool!
It gracefully flows with a soothing beat.
Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool!
It can come in a drop, vapor, or pool.
Or, it can come billowing towards a shore like a huge sheet.
Water is delightfully cool!
Water can also work like a tool.
Look, how beautifully it flushes out my teeth!
Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool!
It certainly does not feel like wool.
And, it can also emit heat.
Water is delightfully cool!
Water does not obey any rule.
Is that not neat?
Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool!
It also seems like a precious jewel.
Oh, how it gently licks my feet!
Water is delightfully cool!
Though, it can be dangerous, for I am not a fool!
The Albatross
By Kate Bass
When I know you are coming home
I put on this necklace:
glass beads on a silken thread,
a blue that used to match my eyes.
I like to think I am remembering you.
I like to think you don’t forget.
The necklace lies heavy on my skin,
it clatters when I reach down
to lift my screaming child.
I swing her, roll her in my arms until she forgets.
The beads glitter in the flicker of a TV set
as I sit her on my lap
and wish away the afternoon.
I wait until I hear a gate latch lift
the turn of key in lock.
I sit amongst toys and unwashed clothes,
I sit and she fingers the beads until you speak
in a voice that no longer seems familiar, only strange.
I turn as our child tugs at the string.
I hear a snap and a sound like falling rain.